"Oh, no, don't eat those!" Ozias practically shrieked as he took the plate of pastries out of your hands.

His heart had almost exploded out of his chest in panic, and he mentally reprimanded himself for not keeping a closer eye on you. He couldn't lose you now. Not when you were just starting to see him as a close friend. Someone that you wanted to spend time with.

Which is why he always woke up extra early every morning, before the birds even began chirping, just so that he could make you an extra batch of pastries. He'd gone so far as to slaughter the disgusting people who wasted your time with their idiotic babbling and touched you with their damned hands...

So if he let you eat the pastries that he gave to all his other customers, it would all be for naught, because it'd just end up with a piece of them -- their skin and meat -- within you. And he couldn't have that.

"...sorry, I just...forgot to tell you that those might be expired." He lied, letting out a tired sigh.